The Hot Spot Page #4

Like hell.

l thought you said

you lived in a small town.

Then you'd know that b*tch over there

watched you arrive.

And she's watchin' right now

for you to leave.

Who cares?

l do.

Bad boy.

Bad, bad boy.

l'm going to bed. You can let yourself out.

- How much?

- A dollar.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

(waitress) l need a double order

of grits and some more toast.

What you reading?

Oh! Oh, nothing. lt's...

it's just... silly.

Would you...

Would you like a soda? Yeah, a soda.

- You don't want a soda.

- Yes, l do.

Yes, l do. What could be nicer on a hot

afternoon than a tall, clean, cool soda?

All right.

"He was a stranger in town.

A rough man, mocking, sometimes cruel."

"But Miriam saw past the tough facade

to the bitter wounds that made him

- hide his true self from the world."

- l told you it was silly.

Oh, Junior, better not read that stuff.

lt's bad for you.

(Harry laughs)

l'm sorry about the other day.

l must've had the book open

to the wrong place.

Oh, please.

l realised later what it must've looked like.

My life's just been a succession of jams

over floozies of one kind or another.

l forget how to treat a real lady.

What do you say

we forget about the whole thing?

Start over. Make friends.

How about tonight? Wanna go for a ride?

Hey, look... l have to get back.

l'll drive you.

- lt's just walking distance.

- l'll walk you.

She's a wonderful woman,

the woman who raised me.

She's always takin' people in.

Always feedin' the whole neighbourhood.

She had a daughter,

a little bit older than me.

She was my best friend

in the whole world.

"Was"?

Yeah, she died.

lt was a bad time.

Spunky. Hey!

Look who's waitin' here!

- You're very pretty.

- Oh, l'm just ordinary.

Ordinary?

Well...

Well, what?

Well, don't you ever knock?

Only when l'm not expected.

You were expected all right.

(# blues guitar)

That was pretty ballsy of you, Harry.

Just comin' in my house like that.

What would you have done

if l'd have screamed?

But you didn't scream, did you?

Why don't you pour me another drink?

There isn't any.

The hell there ain't.

What happened to it, l wonder.

Maybe it leaks.

You know, Harry.

We're a lot alike, you and me.

Cos we got these hard, hard outsides.

- But inside...

- We're hard, hard, hard.

Harry?

Do you think l'm fat?

Of course not.

Well, you sure as hell oughta know.

l don't know what the hell l'm doin' here.

You seemed to like it at the time.

What's my batting average

always been for stayin' out of trouble

when it's baited with this much tramp?

Even zero.

- You're insultin'.

- You'll live.

l don't mind a little insult now and then.

Long as l'm sure it's just a little love play.

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